The longer their interaction went on, the more Siobhan regretted approaching this strange mare. Either her socialization skills had grown rusty in this frozen tundra, or this mare was uninterested in conversation, or both. The more tense it got, the more uncomfortable Siobhan became. Diplomacy was a skill that she wielded more often than not throughout her life, but she could feel her abilities failing here. The last thing that she wanted was to garner a new enemy for the Inlet when they already had plenty.

She shouldn't have approached.

Her ears tipped back slightly and she shifted back a half step before the mare responded again. Siobhan allowed the tight expression on her face to soften fractionally as she inclined her head. The mare's next words bring a spark of interest back to Siobhan's amber gaze, however, and her gaze sharpens on the peach colored mare. The Peak?

Maybe she had heard news of Róisín, or had some insight to share on how her eldest daughter was doing in her new position. Pangs of longing gripped her heart at the thought of her secondborn, and she wished, not for the first time, that Róisín was still with her. It was unreasonable to wish that her grown daughter would stay home forever, but she missed her terribly. She missed all of her children, really. Aoife was the only one she'd been able to bring with her from the Ridge to the Inlet, and even she had recently departed for her birthplace to look for her father. Siobhan was feeling the effects of the quiet keenly.

"Siobhan," she offers in answer to Anath's introduction, and inclines her blazed face subtly. She doesn't offer a response to the apology, having nothing particularly kind to respond with. Had the conversation not already become so stilted, she probably would have brushed aside the mare's apology, but it felt warranted in this case. Instead, she latches onto the most intriguing thing that the mare had said so far. "You said you're from the Peak?" She questions reflexively, wanting to clarify Anath's position before she delved too deeply. "Have you met my daughter, Róisín? She moved there some time ago with her friend, Iscariot."

The red mare deeply hoped that her daughter had managed to find what she was looking for in the barren mountains of the Peak, but she doubted that any amount of battle prowess would give her daughter the security that she was looking for. Their family had suffered at the hands of evil for far too long for anything to afford the security they were all looking for, but she hoped, at least, that Rói had found some sort of happiness there.